A Cultivator in the World Dominated By Awakeners
Chapter 32: Satisfying

Chapter 32: Satisfying

’Ivy must be a hyper,’ Oliver thought. ’And it seems her desire is directed at me. Maybe my physique is completely to her taste. How does she know if she really likes and loves me without any experience with men? Her mind is controlled only by her desire.’

Oliver could understand Ivy easily. Women like her are usually only found among idol fans.

But Ivy wasn’t interested in that; her interest was focused on him.

And she was at an age where desire was very difficult to control.

Of course, toward this woman who seemed ready to give him everything she had, Oliver couldn’t treat her badly.

She wanted his touch, and he would naturally give her the chance to feel it.

"Baby," he said softly, taking her hand.

This instantly brought joy to Ivy’s face.

Oliver gave her a smile before pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her waist.

Her eyes fluttered, as if she were startled by the sensation of being embraced by a man, a sensation that had apparently intrigued her for a long time.

Her eyes locked onto his without blinking, then she responded to his embrace by hugging him back.

Compared to his embrace, she hugged him even tighter, pressing her chest against his.

"Baby," the woman said, touching his face while her breath grew very warm.

Her other hand didn’t stay still, caressing his back.

In response, Oliver lifted her body slightly upward, as her height was only around his nose.

When her body rose, their faces were truly face to face while Ivy’s legs hung in the air.

However, they then wrapped their arms around his waist, so her white thighs were directly beneath his hands.

Before Oliver could do anything else, Ivy kissed his lips first.

She was like a person who was thirsty. Her lips pressed against his firmly and sucked it hard until his saliva flowed into her mouth.

At this point, Oliver realized that Ivy couldn’t possibly calm down unless she was calmed in a special way.

He first returned her kiss while his hands explored the soft parts of her body, from her breasts to her buttocks, causing her eyes to widen.

She seemed to enjoy it greatly, and her kisses became more passionate.

Her tongue even emerged from her mouth, licking her lips and attempting to enter his mouth, which he responded to by sending his tongue to meet hers.

Ivy was clearly a beginner. Her movements were still stiff, but she was very aggressive.

"Darling!" She paused the kiss to breathe and called him darling before kissing him again.

At this point, her hands slipped into his shirt and caressed his chest.

Oliver chose to sit on the sofa because it wasn’t easy to stand while lifting the woman’s body.

He let her sit on his thighs.

Since she was wearing a short skirt, even her crotch was exposed due to her sitting position.

Oliver’s hands gently caressed her thighs, which might be her sensitive areas because her entire body was trembling uncontrollably.

Then, Oliver’s hand slipped under her skirt and directly into her underwear.

The time they had was too short. He had to act quickly, or Ivy wouldn’t be calm when the branch manager of the organization arrived.

Ivy gasped as the most hidden part of herself was touched by Oliver.

It was wet, surrounded by soft, delicate hair.

Oliver caressed it gently for a moment before increasing the intensity of his movements, making Ivy’s face turn bright red.

She looked like she was enjoying it, an expression that was incredibly captivating because of her beautiful face with red eyes.

And perhaps because she was too eager, her love hole quickly released warm fluid.

"Ohhhh..." Ivy couldn’t help but moan loudly.

She was panting heavily while her underwear became soaking wet.

Of course, it worked.

She pressed her forehead against his.

Even though she was calm, she still tried to hug him, as if she just wanted to keep her body pressed against his.

"Baby," she said, holding his face with both hands.

"That’s better than using your own hands, right?" Oliver chuckled.

Ivy looked awkward hearing that, but she nodded in response.

"There’s still time, why don’t you help me too? You don’t mind, do you?" Oliver said again.

"I don’t mind," the woman replied quickly, then looked down.

She was sitting on his thighs; how could she not notice the large rod standing erect inside his pants.

Without hesitation, her hand reached into his pants, as if she herself was eager to touch the rod directly.

She grabbed it and began rubbing it with her soft palm.

Oliver closed his eyes as his breathing quickened, enjoying the woman’s touch.

It wasn’t bad, even though she was inexperienced, because she was truly trying her best for him.

With little time left, Oliver didn’t try to hold back.

He tried to release his desire as quickly as possible.

Fortunately, Ivy’s hands never stopped working.

After a few minutes, an expression of pleasure appeared on Oliver’s face as he took the initiative to kiss Ivy’s lips again.

Only then did he feel calm and comfortable.

At this point, he began to see Ivy as the best woman among all the women he had ever been with.

She had no doubts about doing anything that could make him happy.

"We need some absorbent tissue," Oliver said.

"It’s here..." Ivy suddenly opened the desk drawer. There was indeed tissue inside the drawer.

Oliver took a few sheets to clean his hands and underwear.

Ivy did the same.

"I’ve wanted this for a long time," the woman said, returning to his embrace.

"What makes you like me?" Oliver asked with a soft laugh.

"Everything," Ivy replied quickly.

"You should have shown your interest in me sooner," Oliver answered.

When he spoke of this, Ivy fell silent, unable to say anything.

Perhaps at that moment, she wasn’t brave enough or didn’t feel ready.

Besides, now and then were different. Back then, even if she tried to be attractive, all she could offer him was herself. Now, she could give him material things.

"I already have an apartment too. Would you like to live with me?" Ivy said, changing the subject.

Oliver was stunned to hear this. After all, he had never actually lived with a woman before.

Moreover, this was somewhat difficult for him because he needed to take care of his mother and younger sister.

It seemed that Ivy wasn’t satisfied with just dating.

She wanted to spend her nights with him.

"It doesn’t seem possible; I can’t leave my house," he replied. "But occasionally is fine. I’ll let you know when I can."

Oliver didn’t find it hard to refuse because Ivy seemed so obedient to him.

She nodded, though it seemed she wanted them to truly live together.

Oliver didn’t let go of her because that’s what she wanted.

Feeling thirsty, he drank the cold milk coffee, refreshing his body.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Suddenly, the door was knocked.

"Miss Wilson, the manager has arrived. He’s waiting for you outside!" The waiter’s voice echoed from the second floor.